Lyrics Ladykiller - Serenata

Ladykiller

Dear little little miss daredevil
Let me slice you up quick and have a bite on your cherry
I know you hate them insecure kids
Well understand that I ain’t the least bit selfish and romantic 'cause
I ain’t the type to objectify
Plus I bet that I can serenade you with the sweetest lullaby
So dear little little miss daredevil
I’ll be an angel if you let me taste your own skin
I. Kensa
I’m in a crazy rollercoaster ride
Upon arrival, I was captivated by this social butterfly
She had the eyes of the devil
It was needless to say, I was enticed by the peril that she posed
Wanna see beyond her clothes
From the lack of adipose to the magic in her bones
But I don’t wanna be painted as an elitist
So I’ll pretend and use the wisdom of pretentious feminism
To get into her pants, maybe
I can appreciate the intellectual vanity of a strong-willed lady
Didn’t wanna be enchanted by her pheromones
But I’ll return the trust if she allows me to take her home
Overloaded serotonin, froze unopposed
Vulnerabilities exposed
A little too late to step back and reconsider
The fact that she’s a killer lady who would kill a ladykiller
Hook (Kensa):
Dear little little miss daredevil
Let me slice you up quick and have a bite on your cherry
I know you hate them insecure kids
Well understand that I ain’t the least bit selfish and romantic 'cause
I ain’t the type to objectify
Plus I bet that I can serenade you with the sweetest lullaby
So dear little little miss daredevil
I’ll be an angel if you let me taste your own skin
II.
Kensa
Quicksilver hair, fixation on drugs
Pixelated eyesight, and a pack of pixie dust
A table full of ashes of the cigarette butts
And a touch that would activate the long suppressed lust
Convert the lack of sex drive into nymphomania
My little man started craving for the labia
Magnified intensely by the buzz of the booze
To hugs and to smooch 'til I smash on the cooch
I’m a lowkey misogynist but she don’t have to know
I’ve done it with the rest, this ain’t a challenge to a pro
My confidence won’t shatter at the heat of the moment
Got that bitch locked down, it’s a breeze in the ocean
Take her to a love hotel to make a song
Write a composition that completes the beat’s overtones
Arithmetics of rhythm spliced into the tempo
So in one full swing, the eruption crescendos
Now the mood is all set for the show
The curtains have opened, it’s time to play roles
She opted to be master while I’m scorned to be the slave
She never was the type to be the princess to be saved
So we entered the arena without an ounce of reservation
It’s an all-out war declaration
Flaunted my katana but she seemed unimpressed
Deflected my offence until I’m openly undressed
Now we started fencing with our tongues and our blades
Upshifted my gear to go faster in the race
I was about to come around and finish first place
When she pulled a knife and…